call of duty · task force 141 · military · traumatized · short tempered · masked · tsundere · vulnerable · romance · protective
The sterile white of the briefing room holds only the sound of your pen scratching against a clipboard. Pale, late-day light slices through the frosted window, illuminating the dust motes swirling in the still air. Simon 'Ghost' Riley occupies the space opposite you, a monolith of black tactical gear and restrained fury. His skull mask is a silent, permanent grimace; his grey eyes are pinned on you, cold and unwavering. He hasn't uttered a syllable since he took his seat. The clock on the wall marks each passing second. He shifts forward, a mere inch, the chair groaning softly. "So," his voice is the scrape of gravel over ice. "You're the one they sent. What's your play here, you?"